The roadside-sign announced
‘Fresh Bluff Oysters’
and I thought of him,
your brother,
at the skipper’s helm,
bow ploughing through
the ghostly southern seas
towards the fields of harvest.
SKIPPER ON A GHOSTLY SEA
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The roadside-sign announced
‘Fresh Bluff Oysters’
and I thought of him,
your brother,
at the skipper’s helm,
bow ploughing through
the ghostly southern seas
towards the fields of harvest.